“The evil will rise, as Asundrien will fall. His child will stand in his way, and be the hope of us all. It is her destiny alone, to face the demon and take back the throne. The hero will fail because of her friends, and with her death the worlds meet their ends!”

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Oh god cringe cringe cringe cringe-

Where do I even start? 

All in all, kill me now. 

Alexander Hamilton was, quite frankly, peculiar, and altogether, inscrutable. 

With a clever tongue, sharp mind, bright smile and far more than an average man’s helping of good looks, Hamilton could have been a suitor for any woman across the thirteen states and an admirable friend. He had an assured manner, imposing upon many who had chance encounters with him. Yet he spoke to no one unless required, rarely making friendly chit-chat unless it was someone who had earned his rarely given respect. 

It also seemed, that for all his flirting with eloquent women and debutantes of high society, he never seemed truly invested or genuine. His eyes would wander away and smiles would be as artificial as glass, and should the topic turn to matters of heritage, any and all conversation would be quickly broken off. While it might have been something to do with his past, his speech, clothing and manner were far too eloquent for him to be anything but high status. 

He was, overall, a puzzle. One that a certain couple of officers were determined to figure out. Namely, his fellow aides-de-camp, John Laurens and the recently arrived Frenchman, Marquis de Lafayette. 

They would crack the icy armour that surrounded the young enigma, they swore of it.